Metropolis, 5:31 pm

Myra Dawson lent over her computer, her fingers lightly tapping at the keys. 2 years ago, the war begun. 2 years ago, Myra was evacuated from her small apartment she shared with her older sister in Gotham due to the fighting. Now that she was 18, she had gotten job at the Daily Planet as a reporter. Her former mentor, Lois Lane, had disappeared suddenly a few weeks after Myra had arrived. Thus, Myra had been forced to take on her position. The shortage of employees in her field had led to her getting the job.

Not paying attention, her fingers phased through her coffee cup. The cup dropped on her desk, spilling onto her desk. She groaned and took some paper towels from a drawer and wiped up the spilt amber liquid. When she wasn't paying attention she phased through things. It would have been quite a mess if she had phased through her computer. Then she would have lost all of her work. Outside, the warning siren went off and she sighed. She'd have to bring work home with her tonight.

She walked over to the small bathroom and put the coffee cup into the sink and turned on the water. As she rinsed out the up, she looked up at the mirror. She old freckles across her nose, same wavy brown hair and same pale skin, same dull black glasses. She shut off the water and sighed. She hadn't grown much since she was a teenager. When was the part where she was supposed to get insanely pretty when she turned 18? She walked out of the bathroom and back to her desk.

She was the only one left in office. She shut her laptop and threw out the wrinkled paper towels. She put her press ID card and Pass into her bag and shoved her laptop in with it. She slung it over her shoulder and headed out the door.

Along the slowly darkening street, there were a few other last minutes commuters trying to get home before the street lights went on.

She sped walk around the corner. It was only another block until her apartment, but she wasn't sure if she could make t in time with her heels. Cursing her bad luck, she walked a little faster.

That's when the earth started to shake. She cried out in alarm, along with the other person the street, a young mother with a baby carriage about 10 yards in front of her.

"Already!?" Myra gasped. The street began to move up and down, as if the earth was shaking in fear. The stray cars nearby were starting to set off alarms.

From the sky, Myra could see a small floating figure with a red cape.

Superman!

From the ground, two cars suddenly floated up from the ground and were sent flying in the direction of Superman. Two red lasers shot from his eyes, sending the cars directly towards Myra and the other woman. Myra didn't even think, she just acted on impulse.

"Look out!" she yelled. She phased right out of her heels and jumped on top of the lady, wrapping her in a bear hug. The car passed through the both of them and crashed into the wall behind them. She opened her eyes and looked at the lady.

"Are you alright?"

The woman nodded, looking very pale.

"We have to go." The woman nodded again. She picked up the small child of from the carriage and held it tight. Myra looked around and grabbed on her shoulder. "Follow me." She closed her eyes and phased through the sidewalk.

Whenever she phased through something, it always felt like she was walking on air. She didn't know what it was like for anybody else, but it was totally cool for Myra. But right now, she was terrified. When she finally resurfaced, she prayed that who's ever house they ended up in didn't freak out.

Though, with her luck, they totally would.

When they came out, the lady looked around. "This is my place." Myra breathed a sigh of relief. She let go of her and gave her weak smile.

"Um, I guess I'll be going now." The lady nodded, looking just as uncomfortable as Myra felt.

"Thank you."

Myra nodded. "Stay safe." She closed her eyes and phased down into ground. She traveled until she reached her apartment. When she came out of the ground, there was somebody in her living room.

"Gah!" she yelped, startled. It was a black haired woman in her early twenties or so. She was wearing some kind of show outfit.

"W-who are you?" she asked. The lady smiled, like she knew that this would happen. "My name is Zatanna. I have an offer for you. But we can't talk here."

She raised her arms.

"Tropelet!"

Star City, 5:35 pm

Ally Queen punched the wall in frustration. "Dammit!" She felt her anger take control over her, but she then took a deep breath. This stupid feud had turned into a huge battle and her father insisted on taking part. No matter how many time she tried to convince him, her was still stuck on his side.

Ally hated it.

Despite her years of training to be a hero, he goes around and kills the people he's supposed to be saving.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she whirled around into a spinning back kick. It made contact with a shoulder. A skinny one, because she felt the collar bone one her foot. She turned around and saw someone with a skinny but muscular build and short black hair. He wore a red and black suit with a stylized yellow "R" symbol on the left side of his chest.

He gave a little wave and Ally sighed and put her foot down. "Jesus Christ, Tim!" she complained. "Don't do that!"

"Do what, breathe?"

Ally smiled and rolled her eyes. "What do you want?" she asked him. He shrugged and leaned on his staff. "Just wanted to see if you were alright. I heard that the third division from Atlantis attacked your dad's base."

Ally sighed at his mention. "Why would I be there? You know I hate the fighting. What do you really want, Tim?"

He smiled and raised his hands in defeat. "Cat Girl."

She froze and bit her lips. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Have you seen what's going on? Are you insane? What are you going to try and do?"

"You said that you're like original Catwoman, a villain, Ally. I think you intend to prove everyone wrong. I know you're not like that."

Ally frowned, but sighed again. "You're right. Fine."

Tim smiled. "That was easier than I thought." Ally smacked him on the back of the head. "What was that for?" he complained.

Ally walked over to her closet and pressed a button. I flipped over, revealing her hero costume. She looked over her shoulder and smirked at him. "That's for being a little turd and sneaking in here. Now," she faced the closet.

"Let's do this thing."

Okay, first chapter! It's short, but I'm still to manage all the OC's. Again, HUGE shout out to SpunkyGirl6487, and her story The Targets. If you haven't already, go check it out! She's been a huge help to me, so be sure to review her story! It's just a start, but my chapters will get longer, and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE OH MY GRAYSON, PLEASE, If your character makes a cameo appearance, DO NOT, DO NOT, DO NOT, EVER say that it's yours or say, "Oh I can't wait until Bob shows up." NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOO!

Don't do that or I swear to god I will make your OC wear nothing but a bra and panties outside in public.

No matter what gender.

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Peace and Mist,

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